Wide Open Spaces (Shooting Stars #2) - Aurora Rose Reynolds Page 0,34
pointless to do so.
“Fine, you locked it. Just make sure you continue to lock it, and while you’re at it, you need to set the alarm at night.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” she snaps, jumping out of bed. That’s when I get the full effect of what she’s wearing—thin straps around her shoulders, dark blue, almost black, sheer lace covering her breasts, a silky cream material around her middle, and the same dark lace ending at mid-thigh. I don’t even think when I take a step toward her, or when I put my hand to her waist and feel the softness of the fabric under my palm.
“Wh—”
Tugging her into me, I use my free hand to catch her behind the head and cover her mouth with mine, ending whatever it is she was about to say. Her hands push against my chest as I wrap my fist in her hair and tighten my grip, but then they still as I lick over the seam of her lips. It doesn’t even take a second for her body to soften into mine and for her mouth to open, so my tongue can slide in.
Fuck, but the taste of her hasn’t changed a bit.
Growling down her throat, I tilt her head farther back while running my hand down her side and over her ass, pulling her into me. My cock aches as her tongue spars with mine, her hands sliding up into my hair. Walking her back toward the bed, she whimpers into my mouth and I freeze, realizing what I’m doing.
“Fuck.” I rip my mouth from hers. Her hands at my shoulders cling to my shirt, and her eyes slowly open as her chest moves rapidly. “We need to stop.”
“Yeah,” she pants, dropping her gaze to my mouth.
The look on her face and the look in her eyes is making it difficult as fuck not to continue leading her back to the bed we were headed a second ago. “Shelby.”
“Yeah?” she breathes, pressing her breasts and soft body into mine making me groan in frustration.
“You need to get ready.” I give her waist a squeeze.
“Ready?” She blinks up at me, and I fight myself to let her go. To take a step back, knowing that if I don’t, this shit is going to be moving a lot faster than she is ready for.
“Shower and get dressed. We have to meet my lawyer in”—I look at my watch—“forty minutes.”
“Huh?” She looks around then back at me again, like she just realized where she is, who she’s with, and what just happened. “You were serious about that?”
“Yeah, baby.” I fight to keep from laughing, wondering if she thought I said that shit just so I could come wake her up. “She’s in town. I sent her an e-mail last night, and she called me this morning and told me that if you want to meet, she has time today before she catches her flight back to Anchorage. Which is at eleven.”
“Really?” she asks softly, staring up at me with wide eyes full of hope.
“You’re making it hard not to kiss you again,” I tell her honestly, and her bottom lip disappears between her teeth as her eyes drop to my mouth once more. “Jesus.” My fists clench. “Get ready. I’ll make you some coffee.” I turn and leave the room quickly, knowing if I don’t, we won’t be leaving at all.
Going to the kitchen, I start a pot of coffee and pour myself a cup when it’s done. I sit at the table and listen to the shower going on in the next room. Rubbing my hands down my face, I try to talk my dick down. Last night was not good. I didn’t plan on putting everything out there, but once I started, I couldn’t stop. When I left, I knew I had either fucked up beyond repair, or made her see things from my perspective.
Yet, sitting here even now, I don’t know which one it is I accomplished. Reclining farther back into the chair with my mug of coffee, I hear the sound of footsteps coming my way. I watch her walk into the kitchen, wearing a pair of low heel brown boots, dark wide leg slacks, and a cream, almost-white sweater with a thick, colorful scarf wrapped around her neck. Her hair is up in a tight bun, and her face is almost completely free of makeup. “That was fast.”
“It never really takes me long to get ready,” she replies,